No roof, no shelter, no love,
Alone on the street called life,
Picking splinters of broken dreams,
Fragments of a battered spirit,
Sniffing for a long lost fragrance-
A Mother’s Love.

Crumbs of memories of distant past,
Intricating patterns mingled with
Dreamy illusions for the future.
But Life is what Fate designs and Luck embroiders,
And even if hopes, plans and wishes bomb
And dreams jar to bitter, taunting reality
Though running against the sands of time,
I know how I want to live this life of mine
A Vagabond.

Clinging on to borrowed affections,
Unaware of this breath of life,
Wandering in search of smiles
A Vagabond
In search of my mother’s love…………………………